so very special

we sat in a circle
children of god
and there she was
a vision of perfection
enchanting, haunting
she filled my mind

as the heavens opened
yielding droplets to nourish
my intoxication blossomed

i knew she was angelic
so unique, so divine
the heavens themselves
while wetting us all
would allow no rain
to fall on her crown

hand outstretched over her
i would witness this miracle
but shocked
i pulled away

with the confusion
of one awakened
from a dream
all too real

i stared at the moisture
in my palm